I saw Charlie Munger, the jerk
gazing at a chart of the Berk.
He held it up against great gold,
then his Jerkshire blood ran cold.

“Oh my Warren we’re getting crushed
GOLD has said we’re getting flushed
down that toilet to fiat hell,
do you think we should sell, sell, sell?

I am beginning to feel like such a jerk
when every goldbug can beat our Berk.
They stare at me with eyes of GOLD,
and my Jerkshire heart begins to fold.

Help me, Warren, in my time of need,
Jerkshire Hathaway is beginning to bleed.
The goldbugs are pointing at the smell,
they say we are the stock from hell.

Oh Warren please just one wise word,
today I’m feeling like such a turd.
I thought those goldbugs all were wrong,
but it was us not them that got the gong!”